No. 58

Prompt: any. any. shaving for the first time.
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Harry knew that certain important classes were not taught at Hogwarts. Science. Maths. Geography. Seeing how Ron was actually quite competent at arithmetic, Harry reckoned maybe the basics were taught at some kind of wizarding primary school (or maybe at home, no one talked about school before Hogwarts). But there were some things a young man ought to learn. Like about 'growing up'. All Harry knew about it was from a book Dudley had discarded at the beginning of summer, and it had been full of bright but vague and helpful declarations about growing up and how it all seemed strange but was perfectly normal. So Harry kept his head down, kept his mouth shut as much as possible, and hoped that, on top of the horror of Dolores Umbridge, no one would notice the way his voice kept breaking or he was getting spots.

So naturally, as he was walking down the hallway, Draco Malfoy called out to him, "Trying to grow a rat pelt on your face, Potter? Too stupid to use a shaving charm, are you?"

Harry ducked his head as soon as he heard Draco's voice, ready for a rain of embarrassment, but he pulled up short at the mention of a shaving charm. A funny look crossed Malfoy's face, but then the rest of the Slytherins swept him away.

Harry spent the rest of the day contemplating taking a pair of scissors to the wispy scruff on his face.

Oddly enough, the Slytherins didn't make hay out of Malfoy's latest insults, even though Harry woke up the next day waiting to hear jokes about being a weasel face (and other insults that would spill over to Ron - maybe something creative about using Hermione's hair on his face). But for days and days and days nothing happened, and Harry forgot all about the incident, focused as he was on starting a student rebellion under Umbridge's nose.

So he was very startled one day when he was walking past Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and Malfoy grabbed him and tugged him into said bathroom.

"Malfoy! What the bloody –"

"Shut it, Potter," Malfoy hissed. "Now, I'm only going to do this once, because you were raised by Muggles, and walking around as you are is a disgrace to wizard kind, and the Potters are an old and noble pureblood family." He spun Harry around and frogmarched him over to one of the mirrors, and then he aimed his wand at Harry's throat.

Harry opened his mouth to scream.

"Depilio," Malfoy said, dragged the tip of his wand up Harry's throat like a razor...and there was a sensation not unlike foam, and then a stripe of Harry's skin was hairless.

Malfoy let him go and shoved him away. "Now finish the job." And he stalked out of the bathroom, head held high.

Harry, gobsmacked, thought he heard Malfoy call an imperious greeting to Moaning Myrtle as he went. Then he shook himself off, peered at his reflection in the mirror, and raised his wand.

"Depilio."